I'm the source of uninvited magic
articulating runes on a canvas
trying to be verbal holographic


any rapper got skills I can match it
petrous raps you can have it

I'll pave my word on tablets

and pay for the Little chromatics

spare me the dramatics

bring up eve in front of lilith watch the lithic split

until this microphone delivers me into your Lith´o`cyst
respect my literation
im arch and Litherly

the start of misery

it's automatic

when the dragon shell turned chromatic
I became afflicted with an illness somatic
and my mind turned static


awaiting the word of this Litho`gen´e`sy
will this chemical composition lead to my serenity

or is god still testing me
feeling lithely
pressed to the edge no1 beside me

its likely
I'll end up fallin off the cliff blindly


without stars to guide me
i look around no findings
lost in the memory of scriptures golden linings

hidden in the pages is keys to raps timing

today i ask where the heavens go

when I came back home no river stone
to tame the goliaths tone
an admission id wish to dethrone

a crack in the cheekbone
of raps unknown


by pavin milestones,
so you know whats heaven through your headphones
come enter the evzones

all your raps will get owned

where the $#&@ the beat go

this song shot off a free throw
swear im walkin in on a peep show
no sign of mystique though


oh well, on to a premise
of leavin my old town as a menace

approach the sacrament of penance
enter the hall of your church nexus
violate the entrance

grab a hold of your cencus
your queens dyin with acceptance
that they lost another princess

in the intrenchments

thinkin back on the 11th

when the terror plots are commencin
it leaves complex questions
left out with no1 to adress em

i don't doubt my tv reception
and I'm hoping I have some misconceptions
but I studied the story about ressurection

and now I'm asking for $$#istance

kus I have all the equipment

god gave me from the start
the archbishop pushin me to play my part
don't want to be an outcast

leave those thoughts in the dark
its hard to play your part every1s got a head start
but $#&@ it I'm smart
I'll line up my songs throw them in the dark
can I pray I once and for all hit my mark

its lookin kinda stark
poetry invading my life like a narc
worried about where my cars parked
can I get some help I need a jump start